William Tans'ur, 1734
John Mason Neale, 1848
O very God of very God
And very Light of Light,
Whose feet this earth's dark valley trod,
That so it might be bright;
Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong,
Thick darkness blinds our eyes;
Cold is the night; thy people long
That thou, their Sun, wouldst rise.
And even now, though dull and gray,
The east is brightening fast,
And kindling to the perfect day,
That never shall be past.
O guide us till our path is done,
And we have reached the shore
Where thou, our everlasting Sun,
Art shining evermore!
We wait in faith, and turn our face
To where the daylight springs,
Till thou shalt come our gloom to chase,
With healing in thy wings.